The devil’s son

"Hey! Wake up!" A voice ordered, coldly.

Slowly, Eleanor unfolded her emerald green eyes to the world around her as she felt extremely disorientated.

Abruptly, she felt a large hand made a contact with her skin, inciting her to get startled at its hardness as she was being dragged recklessly out of the car.

"You are hurting me!" She howled, but the huge man ignored her.

It was twilight already, the atmosphere is subduing and soothing yet overwhelming.

The huge man roughly clutched Eleanor's arm beside him, he was busily whispering a few distinct utterances to one of his men.

Eleanor grimaces her face at the hardness of the huge man's hand wrapping around her arm, her blurry eyes were unhurriedly wearing off as she takes in the view of the vast compound.

There were miscellaneous men here and there, festooned in black raven suits as they held accurate guns. Leaving no space for intruders to penetrate, into the compound.

There stood a large fountain in the middle of the compound, which further spread out in a quadrangle. Each passage of the quadrangle led to different paths of the compound.

Momentarily, the huge man swiveled swiftly to lend order to one of his other men, again. His stir elicited Eleanor to whine as she was being veered around too. That prompted her to come upon the magnificent building in front of her, an ineffable and indescribable castle.

Every speck glitters in pure gold, and every nook and cranny exhibits dominance and great fortune. She has never seen any building like it before, Eleanor could tell that the building was the finest in the whole of England.

"Let's go!" The cold voice motions, huskily.

Eleanor was hauled away like a swindler, as they proceeded toward the main entrance of the castle. They came upon an extremely tall golden door, which was being opened by the two men who were stationed at the entrance.

They laid a slight bow at the huge man while they both stormed inside, Eleanor's face was crumpled in bitterness throughout the time they got here.

However, her face couldn't help but loosen up at the heavenly interior she came upon.

Innermost of the building, it appeared more like a mansion. The floors were gilded with pure gold with slight smudges of silver. The sofas were made of the finest silk material and invaluable foams, the shade was pitch black and encrusted with gold on the armrest. Not to talk of the huge golden chandelier which was hanging in its glory as it radiates its lights, every spot in the scenery screams of affluence and power.

"...take her to the slave room and bath her, the king's orders,"

Were the audible utterances Eleanor heard as she jostled out of her trance, at that stance did she take notice of the older blonde woman in front of them.

She comes out to be like an aged woman in her fifty, with bright brown eyes and ruddy freckled cheeks.

"Okay, Zachary. I will do as you as say," the woman softly replied and the huge man nods. He shot Eleanor a scowl before leaving the sight.

"Follow me!" the woman ordered, her voice resonated coldly but Eleanor could sense the hint of politeness in her.

Eleanor had wanted to question why she was brought here?

What has she done and why do they snatch her captive in here?!

She has a lot of questions to ask but then, she decided to stay tranquil but felt unsettled. This was precisely an abduction because they dragged her here without her sole consent.

Momentarily, the older woman ascended the grand arrays of long stairs, and hesitantly, Eleanor pursues after her as they arrived at a long hallway.

"Don't this place look familiar to you?" The older woman asks, her voice hoarse.

"H-huh?" Eleanor shutters, she stared at the woman's back in confusion as they walked. "No, I don't," she found herself replying to her.

The older woman scoffed, angrily. "Indeed" she muttered but Eleanor heard her.

They came to a sudden halt in front of a wooden door, the older woman correlated with the doorknob while she spoke to Eleanor again...

"I am madam Madison, head of the servants here," she introduced. And then, they both went inside the room.

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Throughout the bath and thoroughly dressing, Eleanor found herself sobbing badly in silence. 

Everything was just happening so fast, that she can't quite put her finger on it.

She misses her mom so much, her apartment, her job, everything!

She still found it difficult to believe her mom is gone, she somehow felt this nagging sensation in her heart, that those men were behind her mother’s death. Thereby, rendering her secluded in this evil world and taken away by unfamiliar people who appear weird to her.

Eleanor felt like a stranger in this place, she felt as if her rights were forcefully stripped out of her.

"Let's go!" Madam Madison beckons, and they both left the room.

Sauntering along the hallway, Eleanor realizes it was night already as they got to a dual-arced passageway, and promptly took the left direction.

Eleanor couldn't explain why, but she felt a cold sensation quaver through her spine.

The air hovering over this direction was gripping, inciting her to feel frightened and disturbed as she began to mull over where the older woman was taking her to.

Finally, they thwarted in front of a door that was been made of ornate. At the elevated top, it was inscribed "THE KING's ROOM"

"The king?” Eleanor inwardly muttered.

Distinctly, Eleanor heard Madame Madison spews a shaky breath as she glances behind to glare at her with a despicable look. And then, she pushed the door open and they both went inside the spacious room.

The walls were brandished with pure gold. The massive king-sized bed was perfectly situated, the thick curtains hanging nobly. A big flat-screen TV stood proudly in front of the white-coated couches and a crystal table in the middle. The big golden chandelier shimmers with dimmed lights, making it impossible for a soul to make out a skin easily.

Unexpectedly, Eleanor felt a rough thrust behind her back and she collided with the marble floors.

"Ah!" She whines, snapping her head at the attacker and it was no other person then... Madam Madison.

"You will dwell right here until the king comes!" She growls down at her face.

"...and if you know what's best for you, don't dare to make an absurd mistake like you once did before," she warns and she left the room.

"What?!” Eleanor murmured, confusingly.

What does she mean by... Like I did before?

As far as she could remember, she has never set her an eye on these people, talk less of this so-called king the older lady said about.

Eleanor was thrown off balance when the doorknob abruptly rattled outside, her heart leaped into her mouth as she sprang up to her feet. Her eyes were fused to the door which was now unlocked.

A dark silhouette came in, and the door closed with its soft sound. And then, the silhouette stood silently, he made no motion.

The thick unhumanly aura looming around his body is chilly, dominating, and compelling. His presence was unnaturally dark and eerie.

The atmosphere in the room became wild and uncertain as it lingered in deep smells of liquor in the air, it was noticeable the silhouette was badly drunk to a stupor.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was struggling to mark out the silhouette appearance. But unfortunately, she couldn't see him as she could only discern two pairs of bright ocean blue eyes with flecks of gold glaring at her.

— King Spencer. 

Madam Madison had notified her, Eleanor thought back. Consciously, she mustered up an act of slight courage as she took a step and a step back.

She was appalled, her body shivering as she felt a heating knot trying aggressively in the pit of her stomach. Raw goosebumps, growing frighteningly on her skin.

As Eleanor made a stir, the silhouette slowly began to stride toward her like a lethal predator, exploring its pry.

Unfortunately, Eleanor's back jammed into the wall and the dark silhouette let out a richly chuckle in sneers. He reached to her, gently positioning his manly hands above her head, pinning her to the wall.

His hotly breathing pours out its intoxicating smells to her face, and she wrinkles her countenance in disgust.

Even at that the point, he pulled his face to her, she could hardly see his countenance but only two bright ocean eyes with a fleck of gold. They are the most mesmerizing eyes she’d ever seen.

"Let...m-me go," she confidently staggered on her words, her shoulders hunched in deep shudders.

Then, the dark silhouette lifts its cold knuckle, dangerously. Running it delicately down her burning cheeks as he spoke his first words...

“Finally, the little wallflower in my domain,"

His velvet voice piped dangerously, yet it resonated so mellifluously Eleanor strangely wishes he'd utter it again. 

Abruptly, he hissed angrily, pulling away as if he got badly burnt on his finger.

Eleanor was flustered and dumbfounded.

"Strip!" He ordered, his voice cold and husky.